Running wild in their town,
The market in debt,
The kings crown.
Pay for the destruction good fellow!
I'll make this old.
Rampant, scrawney creatures,
Not wanted by few.
The mystery unfolds,
His true identity revealed.
The hiding Jester,
Scared of its paw.
Start a new one,
This isn't that sore.
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